Archive of Our Own ^beta

The café was nearly empty, just the hum of the fridge and the faint drip of rain against the window. Tyler wiped the counter in silence. Wednesday stood by the door, still as marble, arms folded across her chest.

He didn’t look up. “You don’t have to follow me everywhere,” he said quietly.

Her tone was clipped. “I wasn’t following you. I was investigating. Coincidentally, your route and mine overlapped.”

He gave a humorless laugh. “Right. Just like last week when you ‘accidentally’ showed up at the Weathervane during my shift.”

“Your assumption that my world revolves around you is arrogant.”

“My assumption?” He turned, eyes sharp now. “You keep showing up, saying nothing, staring like I’m a problem you need to fix. It’s exhausting, Wednesday.”

“I don’t exhaust easily.”

“Yeah, well, I do,” he shot back. “You act like feelings are traps. Every time I try to get close, you tear me down and walk away like it’s nothing.”

She blinked once. “Perhaps you should grow thicker skin.”

That was the final spark. He dropped the towel on the counter. “Maybe you should try growing a heart.”

The words echoed in the quiet café.

 Wednesday froze. For a moment, no one breathed. Then she straightened, face unreadable. “You’ll regret saying that.”

“I already do,” he murmured — but she was gone before he could stop her.

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The storm hadn’t let up when she returned to her apartment later (yes they got an apartment together, not far, just in Jericho). The windows rattled, wind howling like a warning. She placed her jacket on the hook, she stared down, his boots in the way - he was home. She wandered through the big place, and made her way to the  Bedroom. Tyler sat in an armchair in their room, a warm lamp on, his eyes shadowed, jaw tense.

Wednesday hesitated in the doorway, wet hair clinging to her face. The sharpness in her had dulled to something fragile. “Tyler.”

He didn’t answer.

She stepped closer. “You’re angry.”

He finally looked up, voice low and rough. “You always do that — tear things down before they can touch you.”

She wanted to argue, to defend herself. But the words stayed trapped in her throat.

“I don’t want to fight,” she said softly.

He gave a hollow laugh. “Then what do you want, Wednesday?”

That question broke something in her. She had no clever reply, no deflection. Just truth.

 “I want you,” she whispered. “In every way that isn’t cruel. I want you to see me and not turn away.”

He shook his head. “You can’t just say that because you’re scared of losing me.”

Her hands trembled at her sides. “I’m not scared.”

 A pause. “I’m… tired of pretending I’m not.”

The words seemed to steal the air from the room. And then, slowly, Wednesday stepped forward — each movement deliberate, uncertain.

When she reached him, she sank to her knees. The sound of fabric brushing against the floorboards was louder than the rain. She took his hands in hers, pale fingers curling over his.

“Please,” she said, barely audible. “Don’t make me learn how to live without you.”

Tyler’s breath hitched. He stared down at her — this proud, impossible girl now trembling at his feet — and something inside him cracked open.

He reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. His voice shook when he spoke.

 “I’m not angry anymore,” he whispered. “Just… don’t shut me out again.”

Her eyes met his, steady even as her lip trembled. “Then don’t let me.”

And he didn’t. His hand stayed tangled in hers, the storm outside fading to a whisper as they sat in the quiet together — no sharp edges, no distance left between them.

For once, Wednesday Addams didn’t have to be cold.

 For once, she was simply human.

“F...Fuck me, I... beg you.” she whispered.

Thats's all he needed, nothing more to send him into a rush, he stood up from the chair, looking down at wednesday, still on her knees. He brushed his thumb against her chin in rhythmic motion, a faint smile against her lips. 

He grabbed her wrists to lift her up, she stood. ...she....obeyed..?.... Yes, he was surprised. But he didnt care, he knew what he wanted. He leaned in for a kiss, she folded instantly, her lips getting closer. Right as it got near him, he put his hands on the sides of her head and turned it to whisper in her ear, "Oh, Not so easily, my love."

He heard her gulp, he knew what she wanted. But he wouldnt give it to her like that. Oh, how he knew she felt a bulge against her abdomen, he let her have her moment.

Tyler kissed the side of her head, before letting go. Thats it, he just started walking off.

Is that her punishment?

Is that what she gets? Only that?

He walked out the doorway into the kitchen, she ran along behind, he opened the fridge for a beer, and then closed it, so easily... without hesitiation, without grabbing her again, he just gave her a taste. The Beer clicked with a pop, she just stood their, Waiting. She didnt know what, but for something at least.

She stood impatiently, desperation flooding her. She had enough, he took a sip of that beer to which she grabbed it and set it back down. He gave her a look of fake confusion, she saw right through it. He chuckled. He had her right where he wanted, so desperate, so wanting, so impatient. She pushed him back into a counter, her hands roaming his chest. Was he fully clothed? Yes. Could she really feel anything? Nope. But she didnt care. Wednesday leaned in, a passionate, sloppy, but very precise kiss lingered on his lips. 

He lifted her up, her legs straggling his waist. He walked to the bedroom, his lips still on hers, he was familiar with the path.

He placed her on the bed taking of his shirt, shoes, pants and boxers. He kissed her again, slow, careful. Wednesday refused to have that, she flipped him over so that his head rested on the headboard of the bed, he stared in her now soft eyes, removing her upper - half clothes with a click. 

There didnt need any words to show how they loved eachother.

He leaned for another kiss, he let her take control, let their tongues intertwine for a second before mumbling, "easy now, mi amor"

He knew how that sent her into overdrive, how it messed with her head, how it made her feel things she thought she where impossible.

It was his turn now, he had her right in place - fumble her brain and take control.

He flipped them over and removed her shoes, tights and skirt, her black lace underwear left. He stared at it, long and hard before removing it with his teeth. He played with her, teased her, made her think he was going for kisses when he wanted to overpower. She gave up. She pushed him off of her and laid in bed, pulling the cover over her and turning away from him. 

He stared at her open back before getting closer to hear ear, "What's wrong my cockroach", he slowly spoke.

"Stop talking and pleasure me," she turned over and rushed into a needy kiss which completely took him by surprise.

She moved to sit on top of him, her wet clit pulsating. It was overstimulated but ready, she let his dick enter her with ease, she moaned at the length. Has she only had sex with him? Yes. Is this the best sex she will ever have? Definetly.

She moved up and down, their groans in sync. This was the only time Wednesday had shown her "true" self. 

She'd let slip an occasional, "daddy," or ,"papi" once or twice, but not as much as this time.

Short minutes later, and she collapsed on top of his chest, both of them breathless, sweat dripping off of him, never off Wednesday of course.

"Are you put in misery and pleasure, mi cuervo?" He said gently.

"No, quiero una segunda ronda, cara mía," sje whispered. 

And he knew.. he was in for a hell of a ride.

✨️A/N - ya'll i could not stop laughing while writing that, especially when writing the nicknames bit 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 oh, and to save you time google translating - "No quiero una segunda ronda, cara mia" - means " No, I want a second round, my dear."✨️